rock solid inside out; he's strong

Before interacting, please visit this blog, especially this page, for more information about this character and his mutation. Oddly, it is often overlooked, but his physical mutation is quite prominent at comfortable, conversational distance. Current Arc: I'll Be Dead Before the Day is Done

[phenocrysticskin]

from this point on, all interactions for verses on this blog will be taking place on graniteskinned, and this blog will be kept as an archive

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Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did

[menincaps]

[shinytomoon]

[phenocrysticskin]

i want a new url but i cant think of any

suggestions?

[disintegrativeruin-blog]

; phenocrysticskin

( she remembers the date too late, realizes what’s passed   in her absence. with guilt sitting heavy in her belly, she   adjusts her bag so that it sits higher on her shoulder and   unlocks the door to her apartment. she doesn’t even know   if josh will still be there, or if the apartment will be cooler,   emptier without his presence even when her own is sorely   lacking. 

  she drops her bag by the couch, makes sure she makes   enough noise to announce her presence. there’s a bottle   of whiskey tucked under her arm that she doesn’t feel right   giving to him, but she realized, standing in the aisle with    roman at her side, that she doesn’t know what josh likes so   much anymore. this feels like an olive branch, but a broken one,   somehow. 

  sliding behind him in the kitchen, she places the bottle on the   table in front of him and steps back. )

         I’m late, I know.

        — happy birthday, Josh.

[phenocrysticskin]

[ The feeling he gets from his birthday being glossed over is an immature one, but he'd thought someone would have said something at least; Joyce, maybe, even if she is angry with him for taking this time with the Brotherhood to try to refigure which side of the line he stands on.

He's been out of sorts, stewing about it since the last of Josephine's trick-or-treaters had come and gone, and since she had gotten back from some party with Lance. That doesn't stop him from slapping a smile on his face and assuring; ]

You didn't have to get me anything.

[ After all those nights of Josephine stealing his stolen bottles away, it feels strange to take this one. It feels forced; this isn't what friendship feels like, or at least, this isn't what it used to feel like. But still he takes it with only the slight bit of his smile being tainted, and he wraps his fingers around the familiar feel of the bottleneck; it's wrong, but it's comfortable in the way faded memories often are. ]

Thanks, Josephine.

[ Between the gifted bottle held tight in his grip, the spark of thirst the weight of it triggers, and the look on her face that he imagines is expectation, the small kitchen space seems to be readying itself to suffocate him.

But that doesn't stop him from wanting to crack the seal. If anything, it fans that flame. ]

Shall we?

[phenocrysticskin]

I'm actually not wearing a costume. But thanks.

[phenocrysticskin]

groans miserably

[disintegrativeruin-blog]

     I’m disowning both of you. Officially. 

[phenocrysticskin]

I kid, I kid. I'm not joining up. I strip for one woman and one woman only.

Besides. I might go back to teaching eventually. Can't have that on my record.

[ He laughs, shrugging casually before hooking his thumbs into his pockets. ]

Interesting that he considered me though. Does that mean I'm his type or something? I mean I know he's got a thing for rocks, but--

[disintegrativeruin-blog]

     ( If I hear one more word about strippers      and Lance Alvers’ fucked-up fantasy,       I swear to God — — )      Please tell me you said no.

[phenocrysticskin]

[ A comically long moment of silence passes with Josh miraculously managing to keep a straight face. ]

Aaaaand if I didn't?

He suggested we call ourselves the Brotherhoods Beaus. I vetoed.

[phenocrysticskin]

disintegrativeruin

So Lance tried to recruit me into some sort of stripper troupe today.

[phenocrysticskin]

gdi ellen now all i can think about is sitting on santa's lap

[deformutilated]

[olympicairwayss]

What’s the password

[multimused]

[phenocrysticskin]

flight rising opens registration again tomorrow, so if you plan to join, feel free to use my name as a referral, and to add me

i'm elyxdins (#49964)

[illwriteatragedyarchive]

( t he public gym isn’t his favorite spot, but when 

  he doesn’t want to go all the way back to HQ it’s   better than nothing. he has the next two days off,   and just running doesn’t feel quite right. his upper   body needs a bit of work out to keep up with his   life. )

  Sure.

( he doesn’t really mind, as long as the other guy   doesn’t expect him to be a social butterfly. )

  I’m just going two hundred.

[phenocrysticskin]

Not a problem. How many reps?

[ Josh isn't necessarily a social butterfly himself when he's outside his typical comfort zone that consists mostly of Josephine's and Westchester, but the gym atmosphere is familiar enough to get him talking--probably more than Roman would like.

As he positions himself to be of help, should he need it, his hands hover just above the bar. ]

You want a lift off or are you good?

[revealnews]

You can literally make people crazy by keeping them in solitary.

Dr. Bruce Perry, a child psychiatrist and senior fellow at the ChildTrauma Academy in Houston, explains the mental and physical toll that solitary confinement takes on kids.

Learn more in the full Q&A with CIR reporter Trey Bundy here. 

(via centerforinvestigativereporting)

[phenocrysticskin]

yadikiy

[ Josh's gym class is in full swing when Andrew makes an appearance, getting right up close to the action. With his attention split between his students and his unofficial nephew, he doesn't see the poor form being used by one of them as they swing at the incoming pitch. ]

Heads up!

[ The ball flies a little faster than expected as it whizzes just past Andrew to drill into the fence behind him, and Josh stops practice for a moment to check on the boy. ]

Let's not tell your mom about this, okay?

You wanna play?